Later the House Stood Empty
Autor Melina Draperen Limba Engleză Paperback – 14 apr 2014
The poems of Later the House Stood Empty steam up from the banks of the Río de la Plata, exploring its history—personal, political, and geological—from the tip of a dinosaur tail found on the beach and the expeditions of Darwin to the lingering devastations of the 1970s military coups. Their speaker straddles two worlds: between Argentina and Uruguay, between Buenos Aires and the small town of Colonia, at once of this place and passing through, both foreigner and daughter of the river. In short lyrics pared down to what is left when love and hope have gone, Draper documents overlapping layers of time, stitched together by desire, beauty, longing, tragedy, and loss.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781597099738
ISBN-10: 1597099732
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 10 mm
Greutate: 0.14 kg
Ediția:First Edition
Editura: Red Hen Press
Colecția Boreal
ISBN-10: 1597099732
Pagini: 88
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 10 mm
Greutate: 0.14 kg
Ediția:First Edition
Editura: Red Hen Press
Colecția Boreal
Recenzii
“Melina Draper’s wonderful poems recall the author’s magical childhood and adolescence in South America. Blending the personal with history, they are populated with fascinating characters, including the eccentric and engaging street people of Buenos Aires and Montevideo, a mysterious photographer-lover, and the youthful Charles Darwin on the loose in a scientifically uncharted continent. Darwin, who turns up a number of times, gives a foundation in the deeper past to this work of memory and nostalgia. With its arresting lyricism and formal craft, Later the House Stood Empty brings a stirring new voice to contemporary American poetry.”
—John Morgan
“‘Any minute now I will rise up and fly above the town’ is a line from Melina Draper’s new collection of poems that accurately describes how I feel as I read and reread this wonderful book. Later the House Stood Empty crosses borders, over the river and back again, where imagination and reality are neighboring countries. These finely wrought poems are both explorations and evolutions as they consider inner and outer landscapes, love and history. How perfect that Charles Darwin is one of the characters who travels these waters and languages with us, discovering.”
—Derick Burleson
“In this engrossing collection of skillfully wrought poems, both free and formal, Melina Draper takes the reader almost forcibly into her life, to be surrounded by complex memories and images: the natural landscapes of South America—la selva at its most inviting and disquieting—and, with equal ambivalence, the teeming city of Buenos Ayres. Charles Darwin informs the journey through quotations from his notes, and characters from the history and folklore of the continent shed their own light on its realities. Half-told personal stories, dreams and near-confessions flicker through these poems, as indeterminate shapes may appear and disappear through dense flora, or faces on an urban street. Events and fantasies are not wholly distinct, but mingled, as languages are, or past and present in the mind, or the identity of the deracinated who briefly return ‘home.’ It’s miraculous how a book with such disparate contexts coheres into a strong, individual response to the dislocating experiences of the person with memories of life lived ‘elsewhere.’ I loved it for that, for the oddly familiar strangeness of its dogs and street vendors, its casual violence and distanced family portraits.”
—Rhina P. Espaillat
—John Morgan
“‘Any minute now I will rise up and fly above the town’ is a line from Melina Draper’s new collection of poems that accurately describes how I feel as I read and reread this wonderful book. Later the House Stood Empty crosses borders, over the river and back again, where imagination and reality are neighboring countries. These finely wrought poems are both explorations and evolutions as they consider inner and outer landscapes, love and history. How perfect that Charles Darwin is one of the characters who travels these waters and languages with us, discovering.”
—Derick Burleson
“In this engrossing collection of skillfully wrought poems, both free and formal, Melina Draper takes the reader almost forcibly into her life, to be surrounded by complex memories and images: the natural landscapes of South America—la selva at its most inviting and disquieting—and, with equal ambivalence, the teeming city of Buenos Ayres. Charles Darwin informs the journey through quotations from his notes, and characters from the history and folklore of the continent shed their own light on its realities. Half-told personal stories, dreams and near-confessions flicker through these poems, as indeterminate shapes may appear and disappear through dense flora, or faces on an urban street. Events and fantasies are not wholly distinct, but mingled, as languages are, or past and present in the mind, or the identity of the deracinated who briefly return ‘home.’ It’s miraculous how a book with such disparate contexts coheres into a strong, individual response to the dislocating experiences of the person with memories of life lived ‘elsewhere.’ I loved it for that, for the oddly familiar strangeness of its dogs and street vendors, its casual violence and distanced family portraits.”
—Rhina P. Espaillat
Notă biografică
Melina Draper’s poems have appeared in ZYZZYVA, Cimarron Review, Borderlands: Texas Review, PALABRA: A Magazine of Chicano & Latino Literary Art, Salamander, and other journals. Her book Place of Origin/Lugar de Origen (Oyster River Press, 2008), co-authored with her mother, Argentine writer Elena Lafert, won the Latino Book Award for Best Bilingual Book of Poetry in 2009. She holds an MFA in poetry from the University of Alaska Fairbanks and an MA in fiction from the University of New Hampshire. She lives in Geneva, New York.
Extras
After I knew a woman I knew a man, lovely in his bones,
when a tom cat yowled, he took it in;
ah, when he moved, I sighed and moaned—
how flesh alone? and skeleton?—
(it was not his mind that drew me).
Blason! Blason! I need Shakespeare to decree
his beauty from moustache to knee.
He knew the value of aesthetics
in wooing women: bait and wait.
He taught me the night is for athletics;
oh the ways a body can gyrate!
(Love came too late, when we were done.)
In the end it’s he who intones,
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones.
when a tom cat yowled, he took it in;
ah, when he moved, I sighed and moaned—
how flesh alone? and skeleton?—
(it was not his mind that drew me).
Blason! Blason! I need Shakespeare to decree
his beauty from moustache to knee.
He knew the value of aesthetics
in wooing women: bait and wait.
He taught me the night is for athletics;
oh the ways a body can gyrate!
(Love came too late, when we were done.)
In the end it’s he who intones,
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones.
Descriere
Later the House Stood Empty mines personal and historical recollections of life on the banks of the Río de la Plata, charting a path lit by small fires of memory, weaving through time and history, to form a portrait of place and longing.